Aegwynn

What is the form of a soul?

The soul form of most living beings is basically the same as their appearance in life.

It's just that souls are difficult to be seen by the eyes, and their form is ethereal.

In the dark and deep Twisting Nether, a group of powerful demons guarded a pyramid-shaped altar.

This magnificent pyramid is the dwelling place of their master, Sargeras' soul.

More than six hundred years ago, Sargeras suppressed most of his strength and forcibly entered Azeroth, but in his weakest state, he unfortunately encountered Aegwynn, the most powerful guardian of mankind.

He was defeated, his formidable bronze body was shattered by Aegwynn's magic, and he could only come up with a way to quietly parasitize his soul within her body to eke out a living.

Aegwynn sealed his remains in an ancient elven temple submerged in the seabed.

Sargeras' soul was reborn, attached to Aegwynn's son.

But he was ultimately exposed.

More than a decade ago, he was killed in Karazhan, and his soul was banished back to the Twisting Nether.

The Burning Legion's greatest commander returned to his own territory in such a frustrating way.

He only had a soul left and could no longer wage war everywhere.

He had no choice but to entrust all affairs to his deputies Archimonde and Kil'jaeden, while he himself huddled in this altar, waiting for the day to rise again.

And now, he sensed that this day was coming—

"It's near, it's near, I hear it, that is my heart."

"With it, I can be resurrected."

"This time, I will make them pay the price!"

Sargeras' soul trembled, a sign of extreme excitement.

After more than a decade of waiting, he finally waited for the day of his resurrection!

Originally, he thought that he would need to have Archimonde enter Azeroth to retrieve his heart before he could be reborn.

But someone actually personally delivered it to his door—what a windfall!

The cunning Kil'jaeden was very clear that he was no match for Aiden, who held the Eye of Sargeras.

So, from the beginning, he didn't plan to fight head-on.

After casting a few insignificant spells from afar, he immediately turned around and fled.

He had a pair of wings and ran even faster than Archimonde, making it difficult for Aiden to catch up.

The surrounding ordinary demons also scattered and fled, and he had no opponents for a time.

"Don't run if you have the guts!"

"Didn't you say I was an ant, a reptile? What are you if I'm chasing you!"

He cursed and chased after them, but the two great demon kings were focused on running away, not even bothering with polite words.

Aiden was exasperated.

Shouldn't the great villains have a glass heart that can't be provoked, willing to die rather than escape when fighting?

Why were Kil'jaeden and Archimonde not following the script at all?

"Xidar, is there any way to let me catch up with them?" he loudly asked the naaru for help.

With his own ability alone, it would probably be difficult to catch up with these two guys.

"Our fortress has a translocation system, but it cannot accurately pinpoint the landing point," the naaru replied.

"Then is there any other way?"

"Yes, but that depends on yourself—remember the characteristics of the void!"

Aiden was furious.

Shouldn't old men be omniscient and omnipotent?

Why do they always speak in riddles with him!

The characteristic of the void is naturally virtual time and space.

But virtual does not mean non-existent, but rather that it elaborates on abstract things.

For example, mathematics, those formulas, those deductions are all things on paper, but it is objectively existent, even eternal, but also virtual.

Aiden knew that the naaru meant to tell him that if he could understand the characteristics of the void better, he could use the power of the void to catch up with the enemy.

But he had spent too little time in the void and didn't have time to understand this place.

He didn't think he was really a peerless genius who would understand the laws of the void better than these creatures who had lived in the void for countless years.

But after chasing for a while, he noticed something was wrong: "Kil'jaeden and Archimonde, they seem to be luring me?

They are clearly running faster than me, but the distance between us hasn't widened!"

"Possibly!"

"Looks like it."

"Be careful."

"That's enough."

The naaru were awakened one after another and immediately dissuaded him.

Aiden immediately stopped and shouted: "Archimonde, Kil'jaeden, I'll spare your little lives for now!

Get as far away as you can!

Don't let me catch you, or I'll kill you every time I see you!"

The two Burning Legion commanders were about to explode with anger.

Especially Archimonde, he only felt extremely humiliated and hurt, his dignity was completely lost, and the luring plan was seen through.

How could this human be so cunning?

Could it be that it's just going to end like this?

The two brothers looked at each other.

Aiden was guided back to the naaru fortress by the Holy Light.

"Did I defeat them?" he asked.

"Yes," the naaru replied.

"Then I'm relieved—how should I go back?"

This was the question Aiden was most concerned about.

He didn't know what Azeroth was like after the Battle of the Frozen Throne, or what the Valoran Federation was like.

'They should be very worried about my safety, right?'

He thought, and wanted to go back quickly and fight alongside them.

Xidar said: "We will help you.

However, the Twisting Nether connects to countless worlds, and the road back to Azeroth may be relatively long, you must be mentally prepared."

"How long?" Aiden asked, afraid that the other party would say something like ten or eight years.

"About two or three months."

Aiden breathed a sigh of relief.

This time was acceptable.

The naaru fortress turned back.

Xidar told him that they were looking for a suitable translocation point to open a passage to Azeroth.

After Aiden expressed his gratitude, he couldn't help but ask the other party: "How did you find me, Xidar?"

"Because of the guidance of the heart," Xidar replied.

He saw Aiden's doubts and explained, "We naaru are born for the Holy Light and naturally believe in our intuition.

When that strong premonition appears, we will follow its guidance.

When you appeared in the Twisting Nether, we all heard it."

"So you found me?"

"Yes."

Aiden understood, but still couldn't understand it in his heart.

Could it be that the naaru's prophecies come from their own intuition?

He originally thought that the other party also had abilities similar to the bronze dragons observing the timeline, but it seemed that this was not the case.

"The concept of time in the Twisting Nether is different from the real world.

Here, only the leader of the titans, Aman'Thul, has the ability to peek into the future," Xidar explained, but he turned to Aiden again, "Now there is one more."

Aiden knew he was talking about himself.

He couldn't help but ask: "But why is this?

In Azeroth, I also have this ability.

After coming to the void, these abilities have not been restricted."

"I'm afraid you'll have to find the answer yourself," the naaru replied.

He was asking the naaru for guidance here, while Archimonde and Kil'jaeden were kneeling in front of Sargeras' altar, waiting for their master's thunderous rage.

Sargeras was indeed furious. He felt his heart was getting closer and closer, almost within reach. However, the person carrying his heart became aware due to the incompetence of his subordinates and retreated in time.

"You fear the attack of that human," Sargeras's will conveyed to the brothers' minds. This sentence sounded like a calm statement, but the two knew that their master was not going to actively pardon them—"So, you are not afraid of my punishment?"

Archimonde and Kil'jaeden knelt on the stone slab in front of the altar, their bodies trembling with fear.

However, fear was useless. They immediately felt the anger from their master.

Archimonde screamed miserably. The wounds on his body that had been inflicted by Aiden but were gradually healing reopened, and flames of hatred erupted from those wounds. This power, which had originally made him incomparably powerful, was now mercilessly burning his body and soul. Archimonde had used fel flames to scorch countless enemies, and he enjoyed seeing them struggle, despair, scream, and beg for mercy in the flames. But now that the target was himself, he began to regret it.

Kil'jaeden's screams were even more tragic. Strictly speaking, Archimonde was a strong warrior, while he was a fragile warlock or mage. The pain of being torn apart piece by piece was even more unbearable for him.

He wished he could pass out, but the fel energy was burning his soul, and passing out was just a beautiful luxury.

—And even if it wasn't that painful, he had to pretend to be in pain. If he gritted his teeth and resisted, it would only further enrage this capricious master. This was the wisdom of survival.

It was unknown how long it took, but Sargeras was finally satisfied. He rescinded the punishment on the two servants. Archimonde and Kil'jaeden had already collapsed on the ground in pain, without even the strength to scream.

The other demons guarding the altar watched in fear, afraid that they would also suffer such punishment. That would be worse than death.

Archimonde and Kil'jaeden slowly crawled up and knelt properly, humbly awaiting their master's orders.

"Humph," Sargeras's cold snort entered their ears, scaring the two so much that they almost screamed and begged for mercy again, but the Dark Titan had no intention of torturing them further. A short staff flew out of the altar and landed in front of Kil'jaeden. It was a scepter. A scepter crowned with the name of Sargeras.

"Take it and find that person. Don't disappoint me again."

—Perhaps the Lich King's arrival truly stimulated the leaders of the Alliance, or perhaps Anna's description of the future alliance's fate in her world shocked everyone. After the Alliance conference ended, the people of Azeroth truly gathered and began a full-scale war against the Scourge.

The Alliance will advance in three directions simultaneously:

Gilneas, Quel'Thalas, and Northrend!

The Northrend Expeditionary Force is gathering. It will be composed of the elite troops of the Alliance, traveling to Northrend on warships to fight the Scourge on the frozen land. Maintaining the war on the lands outside of Lordaeron will minimize the losses of the Alliance.

The proposal to reach a formal reconciliation with the Orcs, which had previously faced considerable opposition, has now been successfully passed. The Orcs and Humans have formally ceased hostilities and will join hands to fight against the Scourge, becoming a reality.

Chieftain Grom Hellscream of the Warsong Clan, the deputy leader of the Orcs, will lead an elite vanguard of the Horde to join the Northrend Expeditionary Force, fighting alongside the Alliance against the Lich King.

And Warchief Thrall will remain in Lordaeron with the remaining Orcish forces, participating in the Battle of Gilneas and the possible Battle of Quel'Thalas.

The Valoran Federation has provided the Alliance with the technology and equipment for magi-tech communicators. This thing that Aiden proposed back then has now been equipped in the Valoran Allied Forces and has established communication crystal hubs in multiple locations.

The other leaders can naturally see the significant role of this epoch-making invention in battlefield command, intelligence transmission, and strategic deployment.

Previously, the floating city was a huge threat to everyone. The Scourge may have successfully landed somewhere, but even if the scouts immediately discovered the information, by the time it was transmitted to the decision-makers, it would all be too late.

Just like Gilneas, the untimely transmission of information was an important reason why it was so quickly controlled by the Scourge. If Genn Greymane had learned about the plague at Greymane's Wall at the first moment, he would definitely have taken precautions in advance. And if the Alliance had learned of it at the first moment, it could have sent reinforcements earlier, avoiding more losses.

And now, as long as it is within the area covered by the communication crystals, once an enemy situation is discovered, this information can be transmitted to the decision-makers almost immediately. The reaction speed is greatly improved, and the ability to deal with emergencies is naturally greatly improved.

The small mag-tech communicator is the key to turning the loose Alliance into a powerful whole.

The Alliance's troops are constantly arriving at the front line of Ashwood Village. Gilneas will be their first target.

"Anna, what are you thinking about?" Antonidas patted the female mage who was standing beside the wishing well in Dalaran in a daze. He was the only person in Dalaran besides Rhonin who knew the other party's true identity, and he strictly kept this secret for her.

The future history he heard from Anna shocked him greatly. Starting this year, Azeroth will almost permanently lose its peace. All kinds of natural and man-made disasters will continue to descend, and almost every year after that, a disaster that is enough to destroy the entire world will occur. The revival of the Old Gods, the opening of the Dark Portal, the awakening of the Lich King, the descent of the Destroyer, the crazy Iron Horde… Anna doesn't even know what's behind. But it certainly won't be peace.

No one knows why, it seems that Azeroth will forever lose its peace and tranquility from now on.

"I… remembered the past." Anna came back to her senses, she saluted the Archmage and greeted him, remembering something, her expression became a little hesitant.

"What's wrong?" Antonidas asked strangely.

"I want to find an assistant for the Alliance, a very powerful mage." Anna decided to speak her mind, "Guardian Aegwynn. Medivh's mother. The Guardian who killed Sargeras. I know where she is."

"Her?" Antonidas knew this name. Aegwynn's name almost represented the highest achievement of human mages, and no mage could ignore it. He smiled and said, "If you can persuade her, it will be the best possible news for the Alliance."

"But—she should be in Kalimdor now."